Morning

She threw back the shutters and spread
the bedsheets of the window-sill.

It was broad day. A bird stared back at her.
'I'm alone, I'm alive...' She stood in front of the mirror.

'This too is a window. If I jump,
I'll fall into my own arms.'

David Harsent, In Secret: Versions of Yannis Ritsos, Enitharmon, 2012